Blog: The fads will never end, take it from me

Kenya is a country of fads.

They are with us-always unifying us into one faddy whole.

Take it from me, the Redeemed International Gospel Christian Church of Kenya [RIGCCK], the religious institution, I usually while away my Sundays at, has a new preacher-a Nigerian.

And he did not take control because he has more holy power than the average Kenyan pastor, but just because he is Nigerian-and every other church already has one, so we just got him to keep up with the pack.

Still don’t believe that we are faddy? 

I ask.

Who knew that Kenyan men would ever…ever, ever, ever take jeans that hug their bodies [crotches and all] as some form of popular fashion?

I almost died from disgust the first time I saw a man walk around town in what I now know is skinny jeans. And pity on me, it caught on.

We are a faddy people.

Believe it.

So when AFC Leopards bring in a white Coach, and he performs, Gor fly their hooks to Croatia and unearth theirs. He performs.

The fad thrives as Nyamweya [I mean the federation] gets “his” team a Frenchman-who can’t speak English.

This then becomes evidence for Sofapaka that it is the whiteness [I am not racist, just an observation] that brings out the results, so they scout around and pounce on an Englishman.

And it goes on.

Now Kolongolo FC, have their own white coach-I have never seen him but the name Cliff Cox sure sounds white to me.

The sad thing is, like with all fads I have seen in my day, they never last.

And that is why I am bracing myself for the day when some team will start winning matches after training naked…and it becomes a trend.